His fight with Felix today messed up Danish's mind that his hand unintentionally swiped the tiny box on the small table in the corner of his bed as he would lay there and the lid flew somewhere, it exposed the piece picture of a little girl in ponytails; that memory of his childhood trapped him in silence of daydreaming for a quiet long time.
Danish complained to himself for carelessly opening that tiny box with that picture inside it which contained a remembrance he had striven to bury in the past. Losing people he loved, his father and childhood friend traced the scar in his heart he barely removed. He remembered crying all day long and it was only after his grandma and mother took him to her graveyard the following day, his wails stopped.
